[The Romantic History of Warlords] (Chapter 018)

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Chapter 018 Hunting for Grain On October 25, 1916, the 7th Brigade of the National Revolutionary Army under Liao Kuocheng, with approximately 3,400
men, launched a fierce siege of Weixian County, the last gateway south of Qiyang City. This time, Luo
Kaiyi went all out, mobilizing almost all his forces to defend Weixian to the death. After 27 days of fierce fighting, the 7th Brigade ultimately failed
to capture Weixian and had to retreat to Niuzhen, resulting in a stalemate and a cold war.
Many things happened during this month.
First, the large landowner Liang Jingyuan, as the head of the 12th War Zone, controlled 21 villages in three townships: Niuzhen, Zhouqiao Township, and Mizhuang Town
. He convened a meeting in Niuzhen called the "National Revolutionary 12th War Zone Security Conference."
A total of 54 people attended the meeting, including the township heads, garrison captains, village heads, and security chiefs.
"I've summarized it, the main points are twofold: First, a call for young men from all villages to join the army,
with generous benefits. Second, a requirement for all townships and villages to actively contribute grain to support Commander Liao Kuocheng's 'Northern Expedition' and
to annihilate the bandit leader Luo Kaiyi... who's your godfather. Hehe..."
Early that morning, under the bright sunshine, Miao Xiulian, wearing a green cotton-padded jacket, sat on a haystack,
reading the contents of a propaganda leaflet to a group of illiterate men. Besides her, Zhang Shijie, and Pan Meifeng,
everyone else in the Yan family compound was illiterate. Of course, Yan Baosan could barely recognize a few traditional characters through a combination of guesswork and deception.
"It's just conscripting men and robbing grain, all talk and no action, damn it!" Yan Baosan
sneered.
"Brother, you're considered a big family in Yanjia Gou, if they ask you to contribute grain, will you pay?" Zhang Long
asked while cleaning his gun.
"Damn it! He dares! I'll kill these bastards!" Zhao Hu raised his gun, pointed it at Zhang Long's forehead, and
said, "Bang! You're dead."
At this moment, Yan Baosan put down his large teapot, clapped his hands, and shouted, "Alright, alright, enough nonsense, everyone
get ready and let's go!"
"Let's go!"
Zhang Shijie leaped onto his horse with a graceful movement, waved his hand, and led his group out of the Yan family
compound.
During this month, Yan Baosan didn't rest. He gathered a group of men and trained them daily at a dilapidated kiln 2 kilometers behind the village,
practicing shooting, riding, and broadsword techniques… Of course, before they had formed a certain strength, they
trained secretly. Mainly, they kept it from Wang Tuzi, Wang Baozhang, that bastard who was a greedy and opportunistic scoundrel.
This group was given a rather old-fashioned name: the "Yanjiagou Militia Self-Defense Force." Its main members included
Erbao, Miao Xiulian, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, Gao Wu, Little Fox Liang Baoyuan, Jiao Laoliu, Pang San, Yan Erniu, and Ma Leizi
, totaling 12 people. Yan Baosan served as the captain, and Zhang Shijie as the vice-captain and instructor. This was
the first group he had trained since deciding to make a name for himself, and also his key confidants and loyal followers in his later conquests.
Zhang Shijie was responsible for teaching martial arts, swordsmanship, and spear fighting. The Zhang brothers, Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, were skilled marksmen and were responsible for
training in shooting. Ma Leizi had worked as a postman in the township government for a few days and loved horseback riding, so he was responsible for teaching riding.
In short, this group learned from each other, sparred with each other, and had a great time.
"Bang, bang, bang..." Yan Baosan fired eight shots in a row, blew on the gunpowder smoke, and asked Little
Fox triumphantly, "Report the target! How many rings did I get
?" Little Fox scratched his head sheepishly and said, "Brother San, you missed them all, no rings."
"Damn it! Why do you always miss?" Yan Baosan stormed off and squatted down to drink some water.
"Old Wai, Old Wai, hahaha..." The militiamen burst into laughter. Seeing Yan Baosan make a fool of himself
was their greatest amusement at the time. Everyone had been beaten by him, probably due to some dark psychological effect.
Yan Baosan's unique "Thunderbolt Lightning One-Hit Kill" technique was unmatched. His horsemanship was also good, but his marksmanship was utterly terrible
, always missing the target. From then on, a nickname that would later become famous was born: "Old Wai Yan."
Early on the morning of November 25th, Yan Baosan was enjoying intimate moments with his two wives, Cuihua and Pan Meifeng, when Wang Tuzi (Wang Baochang), leading
a group of guards, arrived. As soon as they entered, someone greeted Yan Baosan with New Year's greetings: "How have you been lately, sir
? You look radiant, clearly eating well and dressing warmly, haha..."
The speaker was Guo Siqi, a former private tutor. On the surface, he appeared refined, but in reality, he was a cunning and treacherous
man, a thief and prostitute. This time, Liang Jingyuan had appointed him as the chairman of the "Military Grain Collection Committee" in Zhouqiao Township
, specifically responsible for collecting grain from various villages. While the village chiefs were generally responsible for the villagers, he was specifically tasked with
"visiting" wealthy landlords and troublemakers, such as Yan Baosan.
Yan Baosan stood at the door, scratching an itch in his crotch, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Oh! I
heard crows cawing early this morning, turns out it's Chairman Guo gracing us with his presence."
"Brother Yan, I have official business to attend to, so I had to bother you. Please forgive me and be understanding." Guo Siqi wasn't
angry, and smiled as he clasped his hands in a fist and fist salute to Yan Baosan. "Chairman Guo, you're here to rob us of grain, aren't you? See, I misspoke,
you're here to collect public grain, aren't you?" Yan Baosan wiped his nose-picking finger on Guo Siqi's sleeve and grinned.
"Brother Yan, so many soldiers at the front have shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the Northern Expedition, for suppressing bandits..."
"Alright, alright, stop talking, I'm getting sleepy listening to this. Tell me, how much do you want?" Yan Baosan was too lazy
to listen to this childish nonsense.
"The landlords and wealthy households in the village are all enthusiastically supporting the revolutionary cause. Some are donating ten shi (a
unit of dry measure), some are donating..." Damn... that's outrageous!
Ten shi is 600 kilograms of grain. Yanjia Gou Village has 80 households, all starving,
surviving only on tree bark, roots, and wild vegetables. Even if everyone in the village pooled their grain, it wouldn't amount to that! Yan Baosan was furious and wanted to
slap Guo Siqi's foul mouth until it was rotten.
"I'm raising my crotch to show my support for the revolution, and I'm willing to donate all the grain I have stored."
As Yan Baosan spoke, he led Guo Siqi to the granary, pointing to a clay vat, "All the grain..."
"I've donated it all here."
"Great, wonderful..." Guo Siqi was overjoyed. Such a large earthenware jar, at least 10 shi (a unit of dry measure).
Who would have thought Yan Baosan was so "generous," what a fool!!
However, when the guards lifted the lid, Guo Siqi was dumbfounded. There was grain; he poked around with a stick,
finding it only 8 centimeters deep at the bottom. He estimated there was at most a dou (12 jin) of wheat. Guo Siqi immediately
ignited his anger: "Yan Baosan, what do you mean?"
Yan Baosan also got angry: "Damn it! To tell you the truth, I also have a dou of millet and a dou of corn. My family of
over ten people can't starve to death because of supporting the revolution, can they? Here's the wheat, take it or leave it."
"Yan Baosan, if you try to play dirty, then I won't be polite." Guo Siqi glared, "Search me!" "
Hey Guo, you try searching me!" Yan Baosan's voice wasn't loud, but it was full of threat.
The cold killing intent in his eyes made Guo Siqi shiver involuntarily.
"Who dares to search?! You son of a bitch, I'll make sure you come in upright and leave horizontal!" With Zhao Hu's
angry roar, Zhang Shijie led a group of militiamen in with a "whoosh," carrying wooden
sticks, kitchen knives, and pitchforks... assuming a fighting stance against the garrison.
"Crack!" Four garrison soldiers raised their rifles, shouting bluffingly, "Are you trying to rebel
?!"
Yan Baosan grabbed the collar of the garrison soldier who spoke, grinning maliciously, and asked, "If I rebelled,
what could you do to me?"
"What are you doing?" "Put the guns away, put them away." Guo Siqi was a little scared and quickly waved his hand,
ordering the guards to put down their weapons. Then he grasped Yan Baosan's hand and said repeatedly, "Brother, this matter
can be discussed, it can be discussed, there's no need for this."
"Take the grain and get out!" Yan Baosan was too lazy to waste any more words, turned around and left the granary.
Finally, Guo Siqi ordered his men to pack the wheat from the earthenware jars into bags and slunk away from the Yan family compound.
"Brother, you're too easygoing. If it were me, I wouldn't take a single grain of grain. We have guns and men, what are we afraid
of? If it doesn't work, we'll fight." Zhao Hu, a fierce Zhang Fei, complained loudly.
Yan Baosan patted Zhao Hu on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Fourth brother, Liao Kuocheng has
eight hundred soldiers stationed in the Zhouqiao Township area. With our few guns and men, we're not even enough to fill their teeth." Before we have enough strength
, we should avoid provoking them. Besides, most of Liao Kuocheng's army are from Henan;
he can't gain a foothold on our territory. Now, his conscription and extortion will surely incite a popular uprising. Then, if
we raise our voices, who won't come to join us?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Brother is right, I was short-sighted." Zhao Hu laughed heartily.
"Listen, from now on, go back to your rooms and sleep. Tonight, I'll take you hunting." Yan Baosan said
this, humming a tune as he went back to his room to sleep.
"Hunting… what kind of hunting?" The group was stunned.
"Hunting for grain." Zhang Shijie said this incomprehensible question and left as well.

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